With Spell Of Inferno Lyrics
How hard to live when I long for your devil's warmthAnd livid skies over WittenbergAnd the empty streets and pavements of the townEverything sinks into dead tearsAnd craves for charlatantryMephisto you are born inside me againBut will you speak my names in the ancient tongues?Among thousands flames of profigacyNaked bodies flowing in the stream of wild dreamsI strip myself of my sacred virtuesThe picture of male domination (and treat in blood)And blood and pride old and clotted alreadyBut I can still see its drops on my bot faceAnd pain and candles everywhere and incenseAnd your dream which I wish to wake up in every day...Everything so ephemental and equally unrealAnd this blood and candles burnt away; and they burn till todayMephistopheles, thousands times I saw in sleepThe essence of the eternal life but have I found it?If I am who I am, then I shall bombard the human racewith the spell of hellI shall go deeper down the Dante didAnd tame the snakes of minePhallic signs and symbols, the seed of truthAnd belief in eternal life...
Behemoth With Spell Of Inferno
